An Qingyu stood aside, waving his hand to urge the purple mist around him, sending the wrapped blight towards the sky.

Although the plague has fallen into a coma, the virus contained in those epidemic gases still exists, and if the epidemic is allowed to spread like this, not only Lin Qiye and others, but nearly one-third of the population of this city will be seriously ill.

The best way to do this is to lift the gas package into the air, and then use an explosion to completely kill the virus contained in it.

At the same time, Uncle Kyosuke, who was sitting next to the unconscious sick disaster, was always holding the golden long knife in his hand, his eyes were closed, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his face was extremely pale.

He is urging the [Misty Pupil] to create an illusion for the comatose plague.

In front of him, the expression of the sick man lying on the ground changed slightly, sometimes angry, sometimes hesitant, sometimes puzzled, sometimes joyful......

The plague is gradually falling into a fantasy world.

"Qingyu, is there anything else you need me to do?" Garan asked suspiciously, carrying the golden spear.

An Qingyu looked at the two people in the distance for a moment, and shook his head, "No need, leave their grievances to them to deal with." ”

Garan nodded, looking up at the thunderbeast roaring at the ground in the thunderclouds, not knowing what to think.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Uncle Kyosuke, who was sitting on the ground, trembled uncontrollably, as if every inch of muscle in his body was straining, and his eyes had been opened, and his eyes were dyed with a layer of psychedelic gold, staring at the disease in front of him.

Now he is not just creating an illusion for the disease, the body of the oracle has been transformed, it is a combination of physical and mechanical, although the disease has fallen into a coma, but the background system in his left eye is still running, monitoring the physical state of the disease at all times.

In order to completely enlure the plague into a hallucination, he must hypnotize both the will of the plague itself and the electronics in his left eye.

Uncle Kyosuke is already reaching his limit.

Just when Uncle Kyosuke was about to collapse, the sick man in a coma slowly sat up from the ground.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if he had seen something pleasing to him, and his hands slowly lifted and rubbed together in the void.

Specks of dark blue light emerged from his palms, converging towards the center of his hands, and countless pathogens were deconstructed and reassembled by him, gradually condensing into a small cloud of dark blue liquid, suspended in the air.

When An Qingyu saw this scene, her eyes lit up, she took out a test tube from her arms, and stepped forward to store the liquid.

The dark blue liquid shook on the transparent wall, and An Qingyu's eyes flashed with a touch of ash, and he began to analyze the data of this liquid mass, and after a while, he nodded to Uncle Kyosuke on the side.

"That's it, it's already okay."

Uncle Kyosuke's eyes were bloodshot due to overdraft and exhaustion, and when he heard An Qingyu's words, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes.

But soon, the joy faded.

The golden color in his eyes did not fade, he slowly turned his head, looked at the sitting on the ground and smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he was in the midst of a heavenly disease, his expression gradually became cold.

Now, the disease has lost its usefulness.

Uncle Kyosuke urges the [Misty Pupil] in his hand, and slowly introduces the illness immersed in joy into another illusion......

A ferocious, terrifying illusion that can tear apart the dignity of the oracle.

Calamity's smile froze on his face.

Then, a frightened expression appeared on his face, as if he was suffering some extreme pain.

Uncle Kyosuke used his [Misty Pupil] to support the body of the pillar, and staggered to his feet from the ground, his golden eyes looking down indifferently at the illness immersed in the painful illusion.

He raised his hand and slowly stabbed the golden knife in his hand towards the sick's chest......

"Let's go to hell...... Uncle Kyosuke said coldly.

The moment the blade touched the body of the disease, the disease suddenly woke up from the nightmare, and before he could recover from his cold sweat, a cold blade had pierced into his heart!

Uncle Kyosuke held the [Misty Pupil] and rotated slightly, ruthlessly stirring the heart of the disease!

The residual pain of the nightmare of the disease was still on his face, and the next moment, his vitality was ruthlessly extinguished, and his eyes like copper bells stared at Kyosuke in horror, his eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment!

Thorn ——!

Uncle Kyosuke pulled out the golden long knife and casually spilled the blood soaked in the knife to the ground, and the bright gold in his eyes gradually faded.

He slew the plague.

At the moment when the gold completely faded, Uncle Kyosuke's body shook and he almost fell to the ground, he bent down and coughed violently, bringing out a large amount of blood every time he coughed.

"Garan, cast him into heaven, the higher the better." An Qingyu didn't have time to check on Kyosuke's situation, and immediately said to Garan.

Without the slightest hesitation, Garan stepped out, grabbed the collar of the disease, and threw it into the sky with all his might!

The body of the sick flew into the night sky under the terrifying kinetic energy, the circle of light in the left eye flickered violently, and a few seconds later, a blinding fire burst out, illuminating a large area of the sky again.

Under the surging fire above his head, Uncle Kyosuke's body stood up in a pool of blood, and he put the [Misty Pupil] into the sheath and walked in front of An Qingyu.

"It's γ potion, and it's very generous." An Qingyu handed him the test tube in his hand, "After giving it to your son to drink, I can keep him for a long time, and after I thoroughly study and crack his genetic defects and develop the corresponding medicine, I will be able to solve this problem." ”

Uncle Kyosuke took the potion and was silent for a moment, looking at An Qingyu's eyes full of complexity.

"Why are you helping me so much?"

An Qingyu raised her eyebrows, "Helping you is also helping myself." After all...... I'm also very interested in the so-called god-making experiments. ”

Without waiting for Uncle Kyosuke's expression to change, An Qingyu continued: "But don't worry, I'm not as mad as an oracle, I will only experiment on my own body, and I will never touch your son, at most I will only take care of his blood." ”

Hearing this, Uncle Kyosuke relaxed.

"What's more...... I also have a father. An Qingyu paused for a moment, but still spoke, "Although I can't save you, at least, I have the ability to let your son live."

There's only so much I can do for a 'father'. ”

Uncle Kyosuke looked at An Qingyu's eyes, and after a long time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Uncle Kyosuke took a deep breath, clutched the test tube in his hand, and turned around and walked in a certain direction of the city.

"Come with me, I'll take you...... Meet my son. ”